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[chickren]

hiii, could you elaborate on jaime's relationship with tywin in the books? and how tywin's introduction in the show diverges from that? 🥺���👈

lol because that scene never happens in the books?

because nothing like it really happens in the books?

lmao, because, the first time we see any real sign of tywin and jaime’s relationship it’s tywin saying ‘tyrion, why do you suck while jaime is a god?’

it’s such a disservice to tyrion and cersei to pretend that jaime doesn’t have tywin’s approval, or perhaps even admiration.

unlike that weird season 1 deer scene, in the books tywin doesn’t blame jaime for being in the kingsguard. that’s aerys’s fault as far as tywin knows. after all, if tywin himself couldn’t prevent it, how could jaime? (sure we know better, but tywin doesn’t.)

and do you think tywin isn’t proud of jaime for killing aerys? do you think tywin wasn’t thinking ‘that’s my boy’ after the sack of king’s landing? that shit was right in tywin’s wheelhouse.

and then there’s the one interaction we see between jaime and tywin. jaime walks in knowing what he’s facing with twyin vs tyrion. that’s because jaime has always had tywin’s number in a way cersei and tyrion never did. why? because jaime has seen what tywin is capable of and he doesn’t like it. jaime quite literally takes tyrion’s kidnapping in agot into his own hands because he doesn’t trust tywin to look out for tyrion. as he’s on his way back to king’s landing in asos he thinks about just what he’s actually worth to his father and how much that calculation has taken a hit now that he’s short a hand.

so when tywin asks jaime to give up the kingsguard, does jaime hang his head and scuff his toe like his show counterpart? lmao. this is the difference in privilege between jaime and his siblings. jaime immediately says: noooo. and means it. not only means it, but from that moment starts plotting against tywin and cersei to save tyrion.

we see this reinforced when cersei begs jaime to save her from tywin’s machinations to marry her off again and he’s like, lol, tell that bitch no. to jaime it’s a very simple, very accomplishable thing if you don’t give a shit about tywin’s disapproval.

because jaime’s been walking away from tywin since he was a kid.

the only moment jaime even wavers in that interaction with his dad is when tywin disowns him. lol and that is not about approval. it’s because all jaime wants in the world is love, and up to this point love was a thing that existed exclusively in the realm of his family.

and lest there be any doubt, i ask you, who breaks first? the last real thing jaime hears from his father is a message sent through kevan. a peace offering, in the form of oathkeeper. here it is, son, the valyrian steel i’ve been trying to reclaim for the fam for years. it’s yours. you’re my boy.

and what does jaime do with tywin’s sword? lmao. i ask you. what does jaime do with tywin’s sword?

see, book!jaime’s story with tywin is not about tywin’s disapproval of jaime. it’s about jaime’s disapproval of tywin. it’s embedded in his chapters. it’s embedded in his character. everything about jaime’s latent lust for honor is a repudiation of twyin’s ethos.

he disapproves of tywin’s use of gregor clegane and amory lorch. he disapproves of tywin’s orders to kill aegon and rhaenys. any lack of understanding of tywin’s nature is destroyed by the tysha incident, which appalls jaime.

he isn’t looking for tywin’s approval. all he ever wanted was tywin’s love.

all of this is reinforced in feast. it’s everywhere in jaime’s vigil for tywin as he tries to do his duty but can’t cough up a single tear and even chucks the appearance of grief out the window when his living breathing son, who he definitely feels late breaking affection for, needs him. it’s when he looks around the realm and goes oh shit, this would have been tywin’s problem but now it’s mine and uses tywin’s reputation to accomplish his goals without actually employing tywin’s monstrous ruthlessness.

but mostly we know the whole show concept that jaime’s just always been trying to earn tywin’s approval is bullshit as far as book!jaime is concerned, because we’ve read jaime’s chapters and we know the truth.

it’s joanna’s disapproval that literally haunts jaime. not tywin’s.

[ilikeit-art]

Fun game, Chicky, Chicky Cha.

Divertido juego, chiqui, chiqui cha.

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Is Shadow smiling??

YES HE IS

[alaydabug2]

Sometimes I can't get over the fact Sophie can canonically carry Keefe

Like this chick over here RAN carrying a full on 16 year old boy in her arms to get him to safety

If that ain't pure love idk what is

[catfindr]

[casteru]

pink aliya lookbook bc i love pink 💗

dress ; t-shirt ; sweatshirt ; skirt

[yappielestappie]

[treefish]

been playing lots of vanilla stardew on my switch and i’m in love with my cozy retro house❣️

[planetbeanie]

Today Beanie Of The Day is Chickie the Chick

Birthday: 9/20/2001

[cruesuffix]

found this interview bout a week or two ago and thought it was pretty funny. nikki and mick make so much noise you can barely hear them at times. at one point they even order mcdonalds and continually rustle the bag and stuff. it’s extremely loud at some parts (sudden coughs and the bag rustling) so maybe keep the volume down so you don’t get jumpscared. also if you don’t like the sound of ppl eating this might not be for you either…it’s not loud but it is noticeable.

[faunandfloraas]

Wait, better angle

[chickren]

Do you think Jaime has any idea of Brienne's affection for him during AFFC/ADWD? Or does he still believe Brienne's in love with Renly?

lol

i mean, i joke a lot about her negging him into falling in love with her, but i honestly think she kind of accidentally did?

so, no, i don’t think he knows she’s in love with him. i don’t think he has a fucking clue. to be fair, she didn’t know either the last time they saw each other before pennytree.

you have to remember how their last two interactions in storm went down. first, jaime has her arrested after loras accuses her of renly’s murder. jaime does this to protect her, but brienne doesn’t understand that and she looks at him with eyes full of hurt, thinking he betrayed her. and jaime is borderline apoplectic that she would believe that of him.

then they both carry those emotions into their final asos scene in the white sword tower. jaime’s still smarting from her low opinion of him and is determined to prove to her just how wrong she is about him. his little plan backfires spectacularly. he finds out she still thinks he’s absolute scum, that her opinion of him is perhaps worse now than ever.

as for brienne, she is genuinely confused about what’s happening when she goes into the white sword tower scene. she understands jaime is trying to get loras to drop his accusations, but she has no idea why he’s doing anything he’s doing for her, and she has a hard time trusting people even in simple circumstances. and then jaime makes things worse by being so caustic because she hurt his feelings thinking he betrayed her. the funny thing is, brienne does walk out of the white sword tower scene with jaime vindicated in her mind. from that point on, she talks herself into trusting him, even when she has doubts, until the end of feast where she believes in his sincerity and his good intentions enough to full-throatedly defend him against accusations of villainy.

but jaime is privy to none of that. the last message he got from her was that she thought he would try to bribe her to kill sansa. she tries to backtrack from that accusation in the moment but he’s emotionally checked out of the conversation at that point, melted into a puddle of toxic jaime goo.

so by the time they meet again in dance, they’re in this weird position where i’d argue brienne is probably more ready to accept that jaime could have feelings for her than he is to accept that she has feelings for him. just the fact that someone with brienne’s life experience can bring herself to wonder what jaime would do if she cried on his shoulder tells me she has a slight clue he feels something.

but jaime really doesn’t have anything to hang onto that would indicate brienne has feelings for him. lol, i mean anything nice or good she’s done for him are things he could write off as basically being her job.

the only caveat to jaime’s knowledge of brienne’s feelings for him is that he does know she is physically attracted to him.

after loras leaves them in the round room, brienne is awkward and hesitant when jaime compliments her, and then she flounders trying to compliment him back. compare it to the bathhouse scene where we know from brienne’s pov that she was very attracted to him but jaime didn’t really clock it. here, he notices. she’s “flustered.” she wants “to flee.” even if he doesn’t explicitly diagnose the cause of her slightly bumbling reaction to seeing him in the white cloak inside his own head, i think he knows. mostly because he’s still just arrogant, smooth-talking jaime at that point, as opposed to later when she emotionally disembowels him in slow and painful stages and he turns into a wounded animal.

to me, the way he notices brienne’s physical attraction to him is not dissimilar to the way he describes amerei frey’s interactions with him. he never explicitly thinks that ami’s hitting on him, but it’s obvious that she is, and it’s obvious that he knows she is.

also important to note for the white sword tower scene is that jaime deliberately gets dolled up in his full kingsguard kit for brienne, and then sits there like a clown for fucking hours waiting for her to show up. so, of course, he’s paying extreme attention to her reaction to his efforts.

but everyone thinks jaime is hot, so it’s also understandable that he wouldn’t take that to mean that she actually likes him.

(he did want to make sure she knew he was hot, though.

he wanted. to make sure. she knew.)

now. if jaime finds out brienne was ready to die for him? well. he’s not an idiot. this whole thing could turn around real fast. so—

tl;dr - do i think jaime has any idea of brienne's affection for him during feast/dance?

his angst about her physical attraction to him is 0%

his angst about her emotional attraction to him is 100%

[as jaime has amply demonstrated, he is constitutionally incapable of taking her feelings for renly seriously and i doubt he’d start now]

[madamtrashbat]

A piece of writing advice for those who want to know how I'm so good at writing descriptions:

Practice describing people without the use of common adjectives. Try and think of bizarre but specific descriptions that paint a better picture. You can pick any person to do this with. Celebrities are good because other people can indicate how successful you were.

For example:

Don't say "Joey Ramone was tall and gangly and had thick hair and wore tinted glasses."

Say "Joey Ramone looked like his skeleton had kept growing long after the rest of him had stopped. His shoulders were always arched and hips tilted--a posture that a mother would constantly scold--as if he was trying to alleviate the ache of skin pulled too tight on over-extended bones by continually shifting his balance. Dark hair hung heavy around a long oval face split by a wide mouth, round eyes staring out from behind oversized rosy glasses that sat perched on a prominent nose, though mostly obscured by a wave of thick bangs."

Even if you've never seen Joey Ramone I'd bet you have a decent image of him now, right?

Give it a try for yourself.

[porkupine]

This CREATURE jumped on my gut with 500lbs of force and woke me up.

[fic-heaven]

heyyy, si, im needing the last part of the könig/andreas dobler fic, im checking on your profile everyday 😩😩😩

ps: i love your work🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

I'm so sorry I disappeared lmao I honestly thought this fic was not as liked as the others so I kind of left it at that. I'm gonna make another chapter after this one of this part gets a lil bit of attention.

Say my name (König x witty! reader)

Part2/ Part3 The Kraken's den (part 1/2)

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Have you ever felt a blood-boiling anger so strong yet you didn't exactly know who to blame? Well, that was how König felt.

Due to his gigantic body and aggressiveness, the Austrian promised himself (and his grandma) that no matter the low level of anger he thought he was feeling, he must always find a quiet place to collect his thoughts until he felt calm enough to rejoin his battle mates in case his emotions got out of hand and he ended up doing or saying something he'd regret. As Andreas grew older he understood why he had to isolate himself when he was overwhelmed with anger, he was too emotional at times and often struggled to get a good grip on the rains of his feelings, with the new promotion came new responsibilities, many sleepless nights, too much stress, too much caffeine and then you came into the picture with feelings and ideas so foreign to him, the poor colonel didn't know how to function causing him to hide himself in the confines of his wrecked office for too many days.

König was a mess.

Every recollection of what happened was a new piece of forniture to replace. What Horangi told him had affected his nerves so badly he never seemed to feel ready enough to see another human being without wanting to strangle them to relieve his stress. Worst of all, König wanted nothing more than to touch you, to try and impress you somehow, he craved to make you feel as good as you made him feel that day yet didn't exactly know how.

König was no virgin. And yet years of being hyper focused on his job, suffering the stress of his new position had affected his libido and withered his sexual desires, it didn't matter how hot the new recruits were or how sweet and tender his favorite nurse behaved around him, his brain would shut down any sexual desire that dared to bubble on his mind until you arrived, with your nonchalance, your dirty jokes, your delicious shampoo and smirks. The simple melody of your voice had König fidgeting on the spot, your charming witty nature drove his sharp focus to every word you said and subtle gesture you made, the softness of your skin like delicate petals against his rough palms the strange times he touched you, your beautiful eyes, the way you handle yourself in any situation... Your whole person was a magnet for König, he felt an instant attraction to you from the very first day, he believed it was mere annoyance when in truth it was desire. Carnal, emotional, any kind of desire you can think of. The colonel can't find peace within himself when it comes to you. If you were too far from him, he'd find excuses to try and keep a close eye on you but when you were too close, König felt suffocated and nervous, it was too much and yet it wasn't enough... He wanted to indulge more on this strange obsession, and yet he also loathed the overwhelming feelings it brought. How exhausting it was to fight against his own nature in order to somehow try to understand what his feelings for you meant.

And then Horangi made mention of your lover.

Did you find a new boy toy already? Weren't you interested in him? You surely looked like you felt the same or at least a fraction of what König did for you. Did he take too long to make a move? Was your lover more attractive than him? Perhaps they treat you better than he did, so it was easier for you to chose between them...

König didn't have the strength to pace around the room any longer, he barely ate or drank anything that wasn't coffee and biscuits. He was laying on a yoga mat on the floor near his new desk, the colonel had found out that laying flat on the floor resulted oddly more comfortable than his own bed, the softness of the sheets and the warmth drove his mind to the feelings you inflicted on him so he threw himself to the cold, hard floor every night instead of returning to his quarters.

König was laying on his back staring at the ceiling, black mask in hand, his casual white shirt, grey sweats and newly purchased shocks shielded his skin from the cold surface of the gym mat and the floor combined, half long chestnut hair pressed to the mat, tousled and a little bristly due to the electrostatic energy from the plastic material. It has been roughly three days since Andreas last sent you that useless paperwork and got the news of your lover. He rolls his head to the side, blue eyes weakly gace at his door, the hole he had opened when he threw his chair against the wooden surface was covered with a piece of cardboard. Out of all the forniture he had broken because of his temper tantrums, he refused to replace the door using it as a reminder for the people outside to not anger their colonel and for him to never ease a woman as enchanting as you into his heart. He had to move on. You were no longer interested in him as you made clear by latching to another man's cock...

Gosh the mere thought of you sleeping with someone else ached worse than the hunger that attacked his stomach.

He feels like teenager again. With the pain of his first breakup tearing at his heart, making his throat constrict painfully with pitiful tears he absolutely refused to shed. Fuck you two didn't even hook up, this is so stupid.

Like a manifestation of his torments, suddenly, without warning, you bursted in and closed the broken door behind you with a shove of your butt entering the emotionally confused Colonel's territory. König loudly yelps abruptly sitting up while covering his face with his executioner mask, his long brunette locks crazily pointing at every direction as he rushed to hide his face.

"Gosh did something die in 'ere?..." You said casually as if you had just gotten home from a long trip.

"W-what are you doing!? This is my office! DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TAH' KNOCK A DOOR, WOMAN!?" He snarled clumsily standing from the floor with both hands still fixing his mask making him almost trip back down the gym mat.

"Need a hand opening the windows, sir? This place smells like Nikto's shock collection."

König didn't respond cursing down his breath in his native tongue while he turned around to sneak a quick look to the closed door, the moment he turns back your way he yelps again taking a few steps back from you with how close you had gotten, just like in the shooting range. What's wrong with you disrespecting his personal space!?

"Feeling jumpy today, sir?" You ask amusedly. His ass bumps against the table's edge, you keep getting closer with this dumb smile of yours, it wasn't teasing or cruel, it was more like a smile you'd get from a friend you haven't seen in a long time. Endeared and curious of what he has been up to. As if he wasn't a giant behemoth of a man who could easily snap your pretty neck with a quick swap.

You took your bag from behind you and fished out two plastic containers along a pair of spoons and sodas, placing them on the empty desk of your colonel. König did not retain his confused glares and kept barking.

"(Y/n)-... Do you not have any professionalism left for your colonel!? What is it you are doing making a picnic on my office!?"

"Of course I can behave professionally, sir. You sure make it hard though, you are hilarious." You said ignoring his last question.

"Hilarious you say? You want me to fucking hang you from the ceiling!? Use you as a warning for everyone to not mess around with me!?"

You opened the containers swiftly with a knowing giggle, the delicious aroma of chicken and rice with lemon sauce reached König's nosetrils instantly. His brain instantly sent signals to his stomach making it growl loudly. You pretend not to hear the impossibly loud grumble from his empty stomach to not embarrass him further.

"As much as I'd love to discuss your kinky fantasies, I've brought you something to eat, and in exchange you can tell me why you had decided to leave me all needy and frustrated after that cock-block of Horangi fucked our moment." That took him by surprise "You are starving, love. A big guy needs a big meal."

You wanted to check on him...? It should have been obvious with how open and caring you always were. And yet the thought hadn't crossed Andreas' mind as he was too concerned about figuring how to move on from his crush on you. Maybe he never wanted to move on. These feelings were so confusing and exhausting... He was reaching his forties and he was behaving like a teenager with a crush, how shameful. No wonder you ended up choosing some other guy... And yet you had the guts to tell him he was at fault for leaving you needy! Women can be so difficult... But then, so was he.

"Alright, fine. Thank you..."

You snicker a "Come again?" But König's deadly glare halted you from teasing him any further. "Fine, fine! Dig in, big guy."

His tension seemed to melt with a loud exhale, König flops on his chair and lazily waves his hand to the side to encourage you to pick the other foldable chair from the corner of the office (a temporary replacement for the one he threw out the window last week). The colonel sighs eyeing the food you had presented, and a warm, fluttering feeling engulfs him. You made the effort to bring him food, you entered his private temple of tranquility totally uninvited because you were worried enough to ignore the fact that he was your superior and it was inappropriate for you to break in ignoring any privacy policy. You felt concerned and your concern erased the image of the strict colonel König to replace it with a different one of the troubled, socially constipated Andreas, the man behind the mask. You chose to take care of him even if he has been nothing but weird and rude to you.

Your eyes were soft but you tried to feign indifference when you sat on the chair right in front of him. König fidgets with the spoon, ocean eyes clouded with contradicted feelings as he tried to not look away from the container. And because of how distracted he was, the moment you ate up a spoonful of rice he tried to do the same forgetting he was still wearing his mask staining the cloth with sauce in the process. You bursted out laughing quickly covering your mouth with a tissue before you could spit out anything. König, to his own surprise, laughed along shaking his head with a palm on his forehead. The tension he felt quickly disappears with the beautiful symphony of both your laughters.

"Are you that hungry, Andy?"

König's laugh dies slowly, he still has a smile on his face, his crescent eyes made it obvious for you. He was a little taken aback when you used this nickname. "Andy?"

"Too familiar...? Sorry if that was-"

"Ja- I mean... Nein. I-I do like it..." How strange.

His voice took a softer tone, soft like the way he was looking at you as he lifts the spoon to the underside of his mask to eat the first spoonful of your food. He instantly moaned in delight at the taste closing his eyes momentarily. You fell mesmerized, but he wasn't done. König gave you this look of gratitude only to shift his eyes down in thought before he suddenly removed the cloth from his face revealing his handsome features entirely. His big nose, sharp jawline, faint stubble, long lashes, thin lips and gorgeous hair left you petrified on the spot. Like the Beauty was hiding on a beast's costume. You swear right then and there that you had never met a man as handsome as Andreas Dobler.

You smiled a bit, took a napkin and stole his mask to try and clean the sauce from it quietly. He recognized this behavior, you felt nervous and tried to play it cool by redirecting your attention to another task. König exhaled a short chuckle at this, basking in the satisfaction that he had made you blush and that maybe you both could understand each other after all, it only takes a little bit of trust and a nice meal for the weirdest girl and the most closed off monster to take a first step to the same direction.

You two fell to a comfortable silence, soft pleased hums came from you and König as you both ate, with his mask off by your side, and his crescent eyes switching to you, his food and the poster on the wall behind you of an octopus hanging from a coral branch that said: "hang in there!" that he bought from AliExpress when he first moved to this office years back. He was taking the little octopus' poster to heart, specially when you took your chair and sat right next to König, less wary than before now that he seemed more relaxed.

It's funny how jumpy and aggressive this man could get when he was starving. He was just like you in that way, that's why you knew bringing him food would immensely help in your sudden visit to the Kraken's den.

He was first to talk, which happily surprised you.

"I apologize for my outburst earlier..." He said under his napkin. "It's been a while since I last left my office and talked to another human being." His comfort in your presence made him talk more sincerely, that's when you knew you had won.

"We all need some vacation from having to socialize with crowds all the god-damned time. Specially you, being a high rank and all. Can't blame ya for being on edge when you have so many responsibilities to tend to." König made a small grimace that spoke volumes of his exhaustion with this position. But he was happy nonetheless. You could tell. You had seen him work.

König's eyes sneak a last peek to the octopus' poster, he jumped a little on the spot when he felt your thumb and index finger pinching his chin redirecting his sight to make him face you again. He felt his member twitch a little at the action.

"What happened after the shootin' range, love?" You voiced lowly in concern.

Your closeness was intoxicating to him, he felt himself dizzy, drunk of your natural smell, your food and your everything. He was about to voice his concerns in German, but he retorted as he wasn't sure you'd understand his mother's tongue.

"Heard you were... Quite busy with some other man..." König whispered shyly but with noticeable bitterness. The familiar burn on his chest returned making him eager to hide his gaze from you, but you refused to let go from his chin when you started leaning closer.

"Other man?" You asked carefully trying to make memory until it hit you. "Andy, that was my physiotherapist, who is also my cousin, who at the same time is the guy I rob Netflix to."

König's silver eyes widened. He was confused for a few seconds eating every word you had said and having an inner war that left his brain half melted.

"Dein Liebhaber ist dein cousin...? (Your lover is your cousin...?)"

You barked out a scandalized laugh that made him realize his mistake instantly. You in fact knew German and your lover was definitely NOT your cousin.

"W-who-" You tried to ask while cleaning up your tears of laughter "who even told you such thing?"

"Horangi." You both said at the same time and you threw your head back in exasperation. Both hands covering your eyes. "Gosh, this guy really IS the ultimate cock block..."

This whole conversation was making König a bit overwhelmed. Did he really starve himself (carnally and literally) over someone else's mistake? Over a rumor? Did he really try to move on from YOU when you were waiting for him to approach you and rip your clothes apart?

"...Mein Gott... (My god.)" The Austrian lamented taking short steps to his couch further from you. "I will kill him." He huffed before he brushed a few strands of hair from his face "I will strangle him and watch life drain from his bloodshot eyes, ich schwöre...(I swear)"

"I'm here now though, aren't I?" You really were pushing his boundaries, but at this point, if your gut is right (which it usually is) König will, if not now, eventually open up about his troubles and feelings with you. That's something you couldn't ask of him right away, trust doesn't come easy for any of you, and yet the other day in the shooting range completely shifted your thoughts. König clearly wanted to see where this was going, this attraction, this... Animal magnetism you both felt, it thrilled you but at the same time it felt scary as any short of romance or sexual relationship between you is strictly forbidden. You two didn't really give two fucks, it seems. "If I didn't wanna see where this would lead I wouldn't have come here in the first place. Unless... My feelings are not reciprocated?" You asked in a low tone. Just to be sure.

König snapped his head your way, eyes meeting yours instantly.

How can such a short, simple question stop his train of thought so abruptly? The answer lies in the person who delivered it. It is you who is a constant on his mind, and only you can calm the heavy storm of thousands of thoughts plaguing his mind by just being you. The answer he wants to give, felt so right yet... It'll change everything, he's aware of that. Changes are always scary for König, even the smallest most insignificant change in his routine can make the giant uncomfortable until he gets the hang of it. But when the change implies you being a constant on his day to day life, he suddenly doesn't feel afraid, he's more eager than anything.

"I do want you here and I indeed really feel intrigued about..." He made a funny little motion with his enormous hands. "This."

You found yourself moving closer until you reached the couch sitting by his side. "I have to confess, your whole person... Is a puzzle I find myself invested in finishing. But every tiny piece I place never matches the picture of the cover. Every time I see you, the few times we interacted with each other, you give me these new pieces of the puzzle and I can't seem to figure out just where to-..." Andreas sighs exasperated mimicking with his hands another hilarious gesture of trying to smash two invisible pieces of a metaphorical puzzle together, like a chimpanzee with a shape puzzle for babies. "-to place them!" He feels frustrated, but relieved he's finally opening up about all this and you seem receptive enough to shut your usually yapping mouth to listen and understand him. He guessed you wrong all over again, you indeed are a good listener.

When he seemed to be done he give you this side glance, his posture rigid, a little defensive waiting for a smart response or a tease if you had any. But he found you smiling fondly at him, a soft look of understanding gracing your gorgeous eyes. Delicate hands, way smaller than his reached for his curled fists on his lap, he let you unfold them and massage the rough palms. His body shagged with an exhale.

"This puzzle of yours... The picture from the cover." You hummed "Do you like it?"

Another simple question, he found himself gulping while straightening his back, his hands never pushing yours away. "I suppose...For now." It was a vague answer, but it had to do for now.

Your smile widened a bit "I'll answer any questions you have. And then I'll ask the same question once you've gotten all the answers you wanted."

König shifted a bit to look at you properly his hands squeezing yours in agreement, a little nod following after.